Sunday, September 8, 2013

Heart Hug

Some hugs you will never forget.

My passion, joy, and delight are feeding the birds,
squirrels, and marmots that grace my yard. My state, in such a drought, the
bears have left the mountains in search of food. No danger except for humans
who will not let them pass through. A mother and cub have found the bird seed.
Humans will not let them be. My heart wept. To call Wildlife would mean their
killing. To not stop feeding the birds meant I was inviting their harm. I sat
in meditation seeking my heart. I made the call.

Some angels are delicate, wispy white wings and soft ivory
faces. Others are big burly men, bald and waddle when they walk. I will clean
up all seed and put no more down. I will leave a corn meal blessing for the
birds, squirrels, and marmots and a promise to feed again soon. A burly angel
sits watch in his truck having talked so gently to the mother bear. He will do
nothing now. He saw the silent tears streaming down my face and wrapped me
against his body in a true bear hug..

Some hugs you will never forget. The union of two hearts, two strangers, and
one prayer…may all beings and creatures be safe. To seek the heart and then to listen to what
it says. Namaste sweet life. I do honor you.

About Me

I am not wise but I try to listen and struggle to see. I have more questions than answers. The ball of yarn and threads, representing answers to the meaning of life and the immortal question of “Why?” more often than not, falls from my heart’s loom to the floor, unraveling and becoming fodder for my cat.
Bowing from my waist in respect for you, bending my neck to offer my humble path, and hands clasped to my heart, I surrender my honor and heart to life, nature, to you and myself. Intertwined…Affirming Healing.
"In Lak' ech".... you are my other me.
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